I Don't Know How I Got This Way [Open] Dec 24, 2015 4:37:29 GMT -5
Post by Irene Dixon on Dec 24, 2015 4:37:29 GMT -5
The day had been hectic. Some short in the electrical outlet had shorted all of her means of getting up. No phone alarm. No alarm clock. She was lucky to have gotten to class on time. Levi was his normal self which didn’t help matters. She was more out of sorts than normal, having rushed about to get where she needed to be. Irene felt disheveled and a mentally a mess. She didn’t get morning training in. No run. No work out. Nothing.
That bothered the weapon in so many ways. Class after class moved on. She found herself having difficulty concentrating. She couldn’t focus on students or on material. It was as if everything was merging together into one big messy blob. And she hated it. Hated it even more when one of the teachers would call on her and she actually had to ponder not only the answer, but what the teacher had asked in the first place.
Nerves on edge, nearing the end of her day, she left class, grabbed a quick bite to eat and went to training. But that felt no better. Her run felt more sluggish than normal. It was like her body and mind were just fried. Wouldn’t sleeping more meant she was more rested? She knew that wasn’t always the case, but couldn’t imagine why she was this out of sorts. Training dummies didn’t help. Neither did practicing on her weapon form. There was no way she was going to ask Levi to train with her, not in this condition. He might tell her that he couldn’t have such an unreliable weapon…
She felt trapped within herself. It had been like this for a while, an almost spiraling out of control feeling. It had gotten better with her talk with Dion and Dante… when had that stopped helping?
Her working out and training stretched into the darkness of night. Students came and students went, but Irene had found her way to the dojo late afternoon and remained there. It was the early morning hours now, an hour or so after midnight. Slow sit ups. Slow mostly because she was tired. Exhausted was more the word. But she couldn’t be worthless… she just couldn’t. Not at something else. Not when Levi depended on her. Not when Dante or Dion might be watching.
Mixed with the grime and sweat of the tired girl, were tears. Sparse, but there. Her eyes leaked sadness every few movements up and down.